It
all started one day when I was nine. We went to see the motocross race
at Kincaid Park. It was awesome. After we left, my brother and I begged
my dad to get us motocross bikes. After some thought and persuasion, he
said okay. We went to the Honda shop in Palmer and bought two bikes.
Since we bought two, we got two hundred dollars each to spend on
apparel. We both got helmets and goggles.

After we learned the basics, we started going off jumps and riding
in the main track. Everyone was faster than me. Whenever they passed
me, they sprayed me with dirt. I couldn't see through the dust and
rocks being flung at my face, but it is a good thing I got goggles. For
the next year or so, my goggles only saw dirt and rocks from other
people's tires.

After I got better and didn't see rocks and dust, I had a change of
heart and tried four-wheeler racing. I found that I liked this much
more, like this sport was made for me. So I got a race four-wheeler a
year ago. When I got it, I practiced a lot and got pretty good for one
year of riding. Near the end of the year, I loved this so much better.
I felt as though my goggles had opened a whole new dimension. One
without rocks. Then I paid back everyone for all the rocks I got in my
face, especially in the sand, up hills, and in mud. I love covering
people in stinky, gooey mud, and especially slamming into mud pits and
getting covered in mud. But now it is winter. I am looking forward to
the riding season, and, in the future, hope to race when I am sixteen.